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music| No More Flowers -- Tom Wehrle]
#1: I told Anthony (among others) about my subsequent decision to not pursue the third major (or second track, whichever way you want to look at it). Because Anthony is a pro at pushing my buttons and finds great joy in doing so, he decided to make me second-guess whether or not I should really give up on it. It has been in my (and I'm sure, many others') experience that the things people end up regretting the most are the things they didn't do--not the things they did do. I think it'd be awesome to pursue this as well, but another side of me is also itching to see what it's like to have actual free time, for once. I'm so confused now. :[ ("Think about it, Farrah! It's just one more class! A paper you can finish in a weekend! And then you can say you graduated with
three majors in four years. That's almost a major a year. C'mon, Farrah, you know you want to.")
This leads to...
#2: As I'm biking to my biomechanics class, I hear someone saying, "Henry Spiller..."
I turn around and see him biking past me.
"Has your name written all over it!"
(For the record, that's my adviser, and if he'd be willing to take on another person, he's probably the person I'd be researching under if I decided to do this.)
I gave chase, but he is a much more seasoned cyclist (not to mention, his bike is of much higher quality), so I just shouted after him, "IF I HAD A KNIFE, I'D THROW IT AFTER YOU RIGHT NOW!"
And then I turn around and see the Davis bike cop pedaling right behind me. sigh. At least I didn't get written up for threatening bodily harm.
#3: I don't think I realized how much I missed home until I actually got home. It took me $12.05 and a little over 2.5 hours to get back to Fremont. My dad talked to me in the car--he said he has three things to say to me about my "new romance" (which isn't really all that new, but sure). Drawing from examples such as my aunt and one of my mom's friends, I may have to cut out some of my friends from my life due to cultural barriers+issues (I think this will not be a problem, since I'm second-generation), so I should just be prepared for that. I don't think I'm actually close friends with (or even friends with...) any straight-up fobs, so I think I'm good to go. The other two basically were the same things as point #1. If that's all you have to say about it, I think I've found myself a pretty effing awesome catch, Daddy Fong. :D
#4: I was also talking with my mom for awhile. I think I finally know why she was asking whether Jordan was going out with anyone else, hahaha. It probably has to do with when I met his mom and she was taking a picture of us and he was saying, "Let's go eat!" I think my mom's just trying to look out for me because she knows I'm smitten and that I would be heartbroken if he had another girlfriend hiding on the east coast (I would indeed be pretty sad ;_; ). But she thinks he's cool and I have debunked the theory, so we're good. I think the only other thing she has to say (other than the standard "respect my daughter's body" speech, WHICH, by the way, reminds me, my mom actually came right out and said "sex" to me a couple weeks ago. I was in shock for awhile; I don't think I've ever heard her say that, in any language. haw haw. Moving on.) is that it'd be cool if he were Christian. There is nothing I can say on this matter because I've always been under the belief that you can't force/impress your beliefs on anyone else, and I wouldn't want to try.